My first sale of an original painting, at my first exhibition.
Mixed media on canvas
Detail from Ophelia 09
I basically laid the canvas on the kitchen floor and started throwing paint, paper doylies, scratching into it with skewers all sorts of weird and wonderful stuff was happening and the painting appeared in front of me. I was looking at Ophelia earlier in the week and so the name and inspiration was born.
Inspiration:“There is a willow grows aslant a brook,That shows his hoar leaves in the glassy stream;There with fantastic garlands did she comeOf crow-flowers, nettles, daisies, and long purplesThat liberal shepherds give a grosser name,But our cold maids do dead men’s fingers call them:There, on the pendent boughs her coronet weedsClambering to hang, an envious sliver broke;When down her weedy trophies and herselfFell in the weeping brook. Her clothes spread wide;And, mermaid-like, awhile they bore her up:Which time she chanted snatches of old tunes;As one incapable of her own distress,Or like a creature native and induedUnto that element: but long it could not beTill that her garments, heavy with their drink,Pull’d the poor wretch from her melodious layTo muddy death."